I was working one afternoon in my small hotel. A young man came into the office to inquire about a room _ he was in a word, beautiful. I mean, an almost feminine beauty... until you looked into his eyes. Then you could see that he was very male, and if that look was any indication, he was liking what he saw also!
So I told him the price per night. He asked if he could see one, and I said sure. I grabbed a key, and locked the office. He followed me up to the top floor, looking at my legs all the way up the stairs.
I opened the door to the room and walked in, turning the lights on. He came in behind me, and barely looked at the room, even though it was one of our best. "Do you always dress like that for work?" he asked me. I looked down at my floaty silk skirt, silk tank top, and four_inch heels, and said "Pretty much. Why?"
He told me I looked very sexy, and then casually said he'd take the room. I stood back for him to precede me out the door, and he 'accidentally' brushed his arm across my breasts. Of course, he saw my nipples pucker, and he sort of nodded and smiled.
We went back to the office, making small talk, and got him registered. As I do with every guest, I told him to call the office if he needed anything. He winked at me and assured me he would.
About Β½ an hour later, the switchboard rang. It was him. He said he needed some towels or something to soak up what looked like a leak. He apologized, said he'd come down for them, but he'd just left the shower. I told him it was no problem, so I grabbed a bunch of towels and a flashlight, and went upstairs again.
He'd left the door open a little, so I knocked and went in. Oh boy..... he only had a towel on, and I saw that his face wasn't the only beautiful part of him. What a body! Iβm afraid I stared a little. Then, I don't know why, but I asked him if he usually dressed like that! He laughed and said no, and I said "What a shame, you should!"